*Rocky* My heart wreaks havoc in my chest, beating angrily with every measured breath. They broke her. They fucking yore her to shreds and even as I witness the carnage with my very own eyes, my brain can’t seem to comprehend. Anger burns through my veins, my lycan wanting to rise to the surface as I look at the three people watching Jude and Gemini reunite. “Are they dead?” I ask, my voice a growly demand. “I don’t know.” The older girl murmurs, her eyes not leaving Jude. “Where?” I grunt, and the male with them nods over his shoulder. “Back that way.” He says as I march forward, stepping around the kid and sniffing the air. “Rocky…” Her hoarse voice speaks my name and my skin tingles, and I can’t bring myself to look at her. Right now, I need vengeance. To go and make sure each asshole is dead that did this. And to find that fucking asshole Alder and dislodge his head from his body. “Alpha.” Jude says, sounding younger than I have treated him. I look at him, seeing the panic
Gemini burrows into my neck, but not before I see the way my words seem to crush her. She has no idea how much I have craved her lips in the mere seconds they have been apart from mine. She has no clue that the only pain I have ever felt was too much to bear will be the pain of keeping her at arm’s length. I want her; I need her. No, I crave her. Damn it. I fucking love her and I can’t let her go. Which means I have to push her away, all the while keeping her close, if that’s even possible. “Gem?” I whisper softly, my eyes scanning the area around me as I walk to catch up with Jude. “Please…” Her voice breaks. “I don’t want to talk.” The plea in her voice clenches my chest, taking hold of me. Why does she have to feel the same about me? I can hear it in her voice, feel it in the way she is so comfortable in my arms. I wish I could forget the way she took the lead and kissed me first. Hell, I wish I could walk away from her and know it was for the best, but I can’t say that. Ge
*Gemini* If I could crawl into a dark hole and hide, I would gladly do so. Hours in the hands of the man I just kissed and was rejected by is its own form of torture. One that cuts deeper than the stab wound on my side or all the injuries over my body combined. I bury my head into his neck, having no other way to hide from him but then to go deeper into his arms. It’s sickening how much comfort he brings me, even after knowing he doesn’t feel the same way. “Pet,” He whispers, his voice rumbling through his chest and making it harder to pretend it’s not him holding me. “Mmm?” I hum, refusing to look at him as I force myself to sound sleepy. “I am going to set you down now,” He says, his voice so gentle and sweet I think I would rather jump up and slap him for his mixed signals. I lift my head, making sure to not hesitate as I twist my head to look at where he places me. There is a small little area made of clothes and bags where he lays me and I turn onto my good side, thanking th
*Rocky*Everyone sits around the small fire, the smoke filtering through the rundown corner of the small barn where the roof has a large hole. The rain has at least stopped, but a cold has settled in with the dark. Gemini sleeps easily in my arms, her shivering gone and her breathing feels normal now.No longer a fast panting like she is running a hundred miles for her dear life. Jude keeps eyeing me and Blossom is curled into her sister’s side, Ames poking the fire and sliding glances at Violet. It’s a strange group of people, and I’m not sure I trust them entirely, but I trust Jude, so that is enough for me to let my guard down, even just a little bit. My gaze flickers down to Gemini’s sleeping face.She looks near angelic, like a porcelain doll, and I want so badly to stroke her cheek, but I don’t. She would never notice, and it would be for me to stow away in my secret stash of sweet memories of her, but there are eyes on me. Jude stands, sauntering over to me with a frown on hi
*Gemini*I blink at Rocky, feeling hollowed out. The pain that I had felt, the very stabbing that woke me up, seems like a small poke compared to the stabbing in my heart. That’s all I am to him then. Nothing more than a pawn, something to use. Not that I should have ever allowed myself to think I’d be more. He has already rejected me twice now. Once as his mate and then tonight when I tried to kiss him. Was it too much to wish he would consider me a friend? Someone worth more than my damn abilities. In all my life, I had so few people who cared about me, not my stupid ‘gift’. Not because of what I could get them if I was on their side.I had thought I could include Rocky in that count. I thought wrong, and that realization has been nearly as painful as his rejections. There is no way I will look away from him. No way I will back down as he tries to talk himself out of this mess he has created. My arms are wobbling as I hold myself up, pinning him with my stare. I don’t dare look at
I expect him to drop me in the water to clean my wounds, considering the way he mentioned dipping me in a few times. I don’t think I would have been too crazy to assume that.What I didn’t expect him to do, however, is to gently walk me into the small pool where the water churns from the falls. I let go of him, waiting for him to lower me into the water but his grip remains firm. “Are you going to dip me in?” I ask him and he seems to snap out of a daze. His right arm lowers my legs, my hands clinging to his shoulder as nausea hits me harder than the icy water. I gasp, sucking in my breath, my side throbbing. “You need to scrub the mud off,” He tells me and I nod, but don’t make a move. The nausea clings to me, ebbing and flowing with the ripples of the water, and I whimper, trying to keep from blowing chunks. “Are you okay?” he asks. A big brave person would shoot off a snarky remark, ensuring they are totally fine, even when they aren’t. But I’m not a big or a brave person. Hell,
“Eleven!” Luna Amy says with a plastered smile, her eyes skirting over the crowd of us below them. I glance down at the small paper in my hand. My breathing turns ragged and the air around me thin as I place my hand over my erratically beating heart. My clammy hand clutches the paper in my palm, afraid to let it go, afraid to lose it and the freedom that comes along with it. I have been selected. My number drawn and now–finally, I am to be offered to the Lycan King. The virgin who will keep this shit hole safe for one more year, but I have no intention of actually meeting the monster Lycan King who lurks beyond our walls. No, I plan to get outside and run my ass off to find Jude, my little brother, who these assholes exiled for his gentle heart and shifting too young. He was a curse, they said, a bad omen, so they beat him and sent him to his death while I they made to watch. No amount of pleading would save him and with zero control over my gift of healing, I was never strong e
“No” I gape at him. This can not be happening. The heavens wouldn’t be this cruel, would they?This ass just tried to kill Athena and I have not forgotten that. He growls, standing up straight as I blink at him in shock. The beast of a man seems to go on forever as he grows to his full height. Holy shit, he is massive, and it’s not the fear I have of him that makes him appear so.My captor’s body is ridiculously toned but covered in strange black markings that wind around his body, looking almost as if he has been chained. As he leans closer to me, his broad shoulders block out the moon that hangs above us and I swallow the lump in my throat, the one suppressing my screams. He is not just a massive man, but also a completely stark naked man. “What is your name?” His voice seems to rumble through the earth and I clear my throat, looking away, my cheeks heated in embarrassment as he moves closer. “Does it matter? You are going to just kill me, anyway.” I mutter, and he laughs. I can’t